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He turned his lanthorn upon me , in a painful yellow glare . “ What ! ' Tis the young ' un , ” he grunted , after a moment . “ Read the warrant , Thoms .
The horse stood , drooping its head , and the man turned in his saddle . “ Runners , ” he shouted , “ Bow Street runners ! Come along , come along , boys !
“ Blindfold ' em , lads , ” he cried , and turned me sharply round . “ Don ' t struggle , ” he whispered in my ear ; his silk handkerchief came cool across ...
... and he turned into the big inn at the junction of the London road to write a letter to his agent bidding him house me and employ me as an improver .
We embarked , and , as we drew further out , the land turned to a shadow , spotted here and there with little lights . Behind us a cock crowed .
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review